Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.